What with the charms of wall-to-wall social networking, music downloads, text messaging, and a television channel showing nothing but Australian reality shows featuring a typical day in the life of customs officials, it is sometimes difficult to get my daughter out of the house and into the great outdoors. Which is a shame, seeing that gentle exercise is generally considered a good thing, and autumn is as good a time as any to brave the elements and admire the bronzed foliage before it plummets to earth. But thanks to the somewhat underhand ploy of luring her with my camera, we managed to get as far as Alderley Edge, and wandered around the woods for a while, and admired the views. And took a lot of photographs; mainly of trees. But that is the beauty of photography: you can capture objects (trees, in this case) in all their glory and to your heart's content. Particularly when, like my daughter, you are of a mildly artistic inclination, and enjoy taking a vast number of snaps of anything and everything. But mostly trees.
I still remember my early forays in film photography: how on a day out I would take only a handful of pictures, and patiently wait weeks or months before I got round to having them developed. By which time I would have forgotten what the lighting conditions were like, and what aperture and shutter speed I had used, or why I had wanted to take a picture of whatever it was I had taken a picture of. There is still part of me that thinks analogue rather than digital: I am not used to shooting a whole roll – I mean, memory card – of images in one go. It still seems so wasteful – of pixels. Clearly my daughter shows no such inhibitions. At least where trees are concerned.
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